It seems fitting, given the amount of rubbish blown in to the field by Mangkhut, the storm that also took away our favorite trees providing shelter on Pui O Beach.

Famously naughty and generally harmless, he will be missed by many, but at least he is no longer suffering.

We will wait to hear from the AFCD who have agreed to run tests.

Our poor boy’s four stomachs were so packed with plastic that his belly was round like a barrel while the rest of his body was skeletal. It was hard to see him in that condition – starving, no matter how much he ate. Humans kept feeding him bread, so he foraged in the bins and ate bread bags and all sorts of rubbish.

While the buffalo tolerated his presence in the herd, he was generally on his own in the ‘hood.

I know not everyone will miss you but I will really miss scratching your stinky head and always saying hello and walking behind you as you took your time on the wetlands path and dodging your growing horns while taking care of you when you were being naughty on the beach.

Various friends and his primary caretaker, volunteer Jean, burned incense, blew the requiem of the shakuhach and lit a twig fire as we waited for the government officials to remove his remains from the sheltered spot on the Pui O wetland where he left his body.

Humans really suck, sometimes.

We really do.

UPDATE 11/26: The AFCD confirmed in long overdue tests that our beloved Billy died from obstruction with two of his four stomachs full of plastic. He developed a taste for the human food fed him by visitors to the beach and he foraged in the bins for his favorite treats. But he was unable to separate what tasted yummy from the plastic packaging he ate along with everything else.

Billy was most famous for bothering beach goers who lured him away from their food with food and so he developed a taste for rubbish and consumed a lot of plastic in the process. This photo was taken in May before Super Typhoon Mangkhut took down these trees on Pui O Beach.

We learned how to pass by each other on our narrow path.

Billy was accepted by the buffalo herd after his mom was killed in a dog attack when he was 4 months old and his herd wouldn’t take him back when released by the family of humans who released him on to the wetland when he grew to big for their garden.

Billy died on this patch of wetland where he lived and was loved.

Some humans tried to convince other humans not to feed Billy because they didn’t know better.

Go well, my friend — I will miss you.

Gone but not forgotten.

PS – Please think of Billy the next time you buy a new pair of shoes …